Disclaimer: still not mine.
I like Doug, I really do. He's cool. But... Betsy's got IT. Don't sue me :D
Oh, I forgot to say that Herszel was my inspiration for the first chapter. Yey, Herszel!
"A yellow Porsche Carrera." A young, red-haired policewoman behind the desk read Ann's and Betsy's deposition again. "I'm afraid, that yuir car couldnae be missed on a street, ma'am. I s'pose it was stolen for spare parts."
"But... Ah want my car back!" Said Ann nervously.
"Ma'am, there's nae much we can do. We'll check all the carthieves hideholes, but..."
"Listen up, lady." Betsy started to be really annoyed with this carrot-top. The policewoman was acting as though it was a wallet stolen - but it was Porsche! "Miss Lensherr here wants her car to be found. And you better find it, because I can report it to the media. My name is Braddock, and..." The officer flushed, and glared at blonde.
"Miss Braddock, I dinnae care, that yuir brother is a journalist. I cannae work miracles."
"Hey, what's up, Rahne?" Three woman turned around to see a blonde haired, tall man walking into the office.
"Doug, you were s'posed ta'..." the policewoman started, but he didn't let her finish.
"Oh my, you are Braddock, Elisabeth Braddock, right?" he said to Betsy, ignoring his colleague. "I really admire your brothers..."
"Dogulas!" Rahne growled, rolling her green eyes, but noone seemed to care.
"Thank you, mister..."
"Ramsey." He said ethusiastically. Just don't start to slaver, my boy - Betsy thought, but was still smiling.
"Yes, mister Ramsey. Unfortunately it seems that my brother will have to write a report about the police." Betsy sighed fakely. "What a shame, but it is not going to be a nice piece."
"Please, ma'am!" Rahne was really annoyed by now. "I've told you, alreadae..."
"Yes, yes, I know. Miss Sinclair told us already that we won't be getting any help."
"Bloody..."
"Rahney, why can't you help miss Braddock here?" asked Doug, looking into his colleagues eyes. She blushed and turned the eyes away.
"And miss Lensherr!" Ann added.
"Yes, miss Lensherr... Lensherr?" the man repeated.
"Doug, you arenae a detective." Rahne interrupted "I am. So please, leave searching for stolen cars t'me, and go back to yuir things!" hissed Rahne, flushing.
"A car? Rahney, you won't find a car?" Good, good, good! - Ann thought. - She's all his! Just look at her!
"Ramsey, it's not yuir problem whether..." officers voice was naw as cold as ice.
"But you are the best!"
Betsy and Ann just watched the conversation, both smirking. Braddock was sure, that Brians' fan will do everything to convince the policewoman, and she seemed to be vunerable to his remarks. And really nervous, when the man starred at Betsy.
"I... Since Dani'sgone I..." Rahne's eyes went all wet. Ann turned her eyes away - she hated looking at people crying.
"Use your new dog, Rahne." Suggested Doug, who never noticed the tears, as he was starring at Betsy with a delighted smile.
"Oh, for Gawds' sake!" the policewoman yelled. "Let's go for the bloody dog then!"
"Noone'll see dat, I jus' wanna take a ride wit' dat t'ing!" Whispered Etienne.
"I dunno... Remy will be furious w'en 'e'll find out dat we took it..." answered his friend, Lapin.
"Comon, I bet lotta snobs have such a car 'ere. Noone'll notice it."
"Uhn, okay, Et. But you'll be da one killed."
"Cool, ami!"
Eric Lensherr was sitting in his office all the day, but it was much better than being at home. Currently it was worse than Hell, so even though it was such a hot day, the office seemed to be the heaven. At this moment he had a few minutes of free time, so he stood in the window and watched the cars pass by. Cars... Hey, is that Anns' car there? What is she doing here so early?
